Today's motley crew: David (Volunteer Ranger), Tim (Llanerchaeron Head Gardener),
Gwen (Ceredigion Ranger), John and me
When under pressure, John abandons his usual affable tact and switches to skipper mode. This is the John that burst into the harbourmaster's office as I was arranging the onward postage of the elusive stop-solenoid. “We’re leaving… NOW!”
|Gwen, giving us a quick lesson in marine ecology|
|Gwen and David|
|Coming ashore at the old harbour at Fishguard|
They say that the best cure for seasickness is to sit under a tree; well, a stroll through Fishguard for fish and chips seemed to do the job just as well. We said our farewells to Gwen and David who were having a lift back home with Alison, Tim’s wife, and headed back to Capercaille.
Not for the first time in this trip, Capercaille started hammering on the bottom as the tide reached full ebb, a serious inconvenience that would make sleep impossible. This necessitated a quick repositioning to an anchorage, which returned the boat to a more soporific cradle-rocking movement.
|John and Tim going ashore for re-fuelling|